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[One day in Unova, the sky opened up.

And dropped out a muppet of a man in tattered conductor's clothing. He hits the ground amid a crowd and instantly a lot is going on. Some people rushing to help him up, to check for injuries. Some calling the police. Some recording the rip in the sky.

And others recording the man, tweeting out that amazing thing that had just occurred.

holy shit a guy fell out the sky

ITS RAINING MEN?! HALLELUJAH???

I can't believe my theory that Ingo was buried in a landfill has been proven wrong like this #FindIngo #FoundIngo???

@ TrueCrimeRoyals TOLD YOU HE WAS ALIVE DUMBASSES

@ SubwayBossEmmet please see this

@ SubwayBossEmmet YOUR BROTHER WWAS FOUND

Somewhere, Emmet's phone is screaming with notifications and calls]

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. . . yes. I am taking you home.

I'm a little nervous.

[ ME TOO.

because he's just now remembering that he hasn't been home since Ingo resurfaced and hadn't been home much at all for a bit before that so.

he's gonna get super judged probably. ]

Do not be.

You're making a face.

I am hoping we do not get ambushed outside of our own home.

I can be very loud.

I have missed your loudness.

[ They do, in fact, take the long way back, and the car stops around the back of their building where, fortunately, no one is waiting to ambush them.

Emmet gets out first, pulling out the wheelchair and bringing it around to help Ingo. ]

[into chair and]

I sure hope the elevator is working.

It was last I checked.

[ which was a few days ago, but details.

He wheels Ingo in and over to the elevator and.

yes. yes it does work, thankfully. ]

I cannot wait to put some clothes into the laundry to wear something fresh....

[ gettin' in the elevator and heading up to their floor, doo doo. ]

Everything is as you left it, so . . .

Is my room under three inches of dust.

What? No. I would never let that happen.

[ the elevator dings! and he wheels him out and down the hall. ]

It all looks like I remember...

[ When he gets to their door, he stops, looking down at Ingo. ]

Are you ready?

I am ready.

[ With a grin, he pulls out his key and unlocks their door. ]

Here we are.

[ And . . . everything is probably mostly as Ingo remembers it in their apartment. It's clean, for one, though it helps that Emmet has clearly hired someone to come every couple of weeks to do so. At least there aren't any alarming piles of trash or anything. The refrigerator is pretty sparse, though; the pantry isn't much better. Furthermore, many of the photographs are either flipped over or turned down.

Ingo's room is exactly the way he left it, though it's very clear that it's also been included in the weekly cleaning, so it's not like it's accumulated dust or anything. Emmet's door is shut tight, and he makes no moves to open it up. ]

[oohhhh

he can't reach all the pictures from his wheelchair but. Every one he can reach, he's reaching for as they pass to face them forward. Each time revealing to himself a distant past memory of a happy moment.

In his room, Ingo reaches for his pokeballs, pulling them into his lap though not releasing them yet

but when they don't veer towards Emmet's room? Taking control of the wheelchair, rolling himself over and reaching for the door]

[ Emmet, not being in a wheelchair, is much more mobile and therefore able to scramble ahead of Ingo, placing himself bodily between his brother and his door. ]

Is it a trash heap in there, Emmet?

You'll never know.

Show me your shame.

No one needs it in their life.

[trying to reach around Emmet]

This is now my mission.

— really, Ingo, you don't have to.

[ trying to block. ]